LOVE STORY OF AZZAHRA

" Saaahhhh ...!!

" Mad, Jeez .. tomorrow I must look beautiful and fresh. Why are you making me drown like this, anyway?" Natasha protested her husband who kept asking her to do tiring work.

" We're in a child-making program, Yank. We must immediately give a grandson to papih same mamih. I want to quickly grow Yoga Junior here." Yoga kissed the skin of his wife's stomach that felt moist because of the sweat of the rest of his romance with Natasha.

" Yes, I'm looking forward to seeing Brother Gavin." Natasha tried to get her husband's body out of hers.

" Would you like to see Gavin?" Yoga closed his eyes.

" Want to give advice ...."

Yoga chuckled at his beautiful wife's answer.

" Support you, Yank." Yoga pulls Natasha's nose.

" Iisshh .. I just love Rara, really."

" What wash?"

" Wejangan so he can sincerely accept his soul mate. Although they are married now without love and because of forced, but I assure you that later will surely grow love between them. Like me, you are, Mom. We used to argue, we used to be forced to marry. But now behold, you are so very much the same as me." Natasha grinning.

" Are you sure I'm the only one who's bucin?" Yoga restrained his wife's body.

" Mad ... already, ah. I'm going to Gavin's sister" whined Natasha.

" You're here, let me talk to Gavin."

" Sister Gavin is my cousin's brother, why do you have to talk to him?" natasha protest.

" Why were you talking to Rara? Rara was like my own sister" Yoga replied.

" What do you want to talk to Rara about? There is not him sincere but even baper met you." Natasha poked her lips.

Cup

A direct kiss of Yoga pinned on Natasha's pursed lips.

" You've rested, he said tomorrow he wants to look fresh and beautiful." Yoga immediately left Natasha who was still lying on the bed.

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Gavin rubbed his face rough, he was completely stuck in a situation he did not want. She had just been released from marriage with Agatha now having to marry Azzahra. Gavin snorted a rough breath.

Tok tok tok tok

" Bro, are you asleep?" the sound of Yoga was heard from outside the second floor guest room of Mr. Prasetya's house. At Natasha's suggestion, Gavin's family stayed at Yoga's parents' house, not at Om David's. The reason is not too far from the Azzahra house.

Gavin walked over to open the door.

" What's up, Ga?" gavin asked the husband of his cousin's sister.

" Am I interrupting?" Yoga asked back.

" Login ... " Gavin walked and sat his body on the sofa in the guest room.

" How, Bro? Ready it?" Yoga brings her smile.

Gavin pulled the corners of his lips up, not answering Yoga's question.

" I've known Rara since she went to high school. He's a good boy and very polite. Maybe that's why my mom really hopes I'm a match with her. I've looked at Rara like my own sister. Mamih already considers Rara like her daughter because she does not have a daughter. That's why I'm asking you for help, bro. I'll take Rara, take good care of her, don't let her down. I saw a video of your quarrel from Natasha. I'm sure it's not the real Rara."

Gavin let out a heavy sigh.

" I was forced to marry Natasha without a plan. I was invited to meet with Papa Farhan, because it was invited by Natasha to be his pretend girlfriend. But I'm stuck in a marriage. If only you knew how haughty and arrogant your cousin's sister is." Yoga shook his head while developing his smile given how his wife used to be.

" How did you conquer Alexa?" Gavin is interested in the past story of Yoga and Natasha.

" To be patient, to face a woman like my wife needs patience."

" But Azzahra is not Alexa."

" I don't even equate them. Natasha is Natasha, Rara is Rara. But I'm sure they're both good women and they deserve good men too like me and you, bro." Yoga patted Gavin on the shoulder.

" Tomorrow morning you and Rara will be the center of attention of the guests, so take a break."

Yoga left the room occupied by Gavin.

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Gavin sat in front of Abi Rara. His heart was pounding as he had to deal directly with Abi Rara in his current condition.

While in the next room where the ijab qobul event takes place a hijab woman looks beautiful using white brocade kebaya.

" Ra, it's finally time, you let go of your single life."

Azzahra turned towards his umya. He looked at the middle-aged woman's sad face.

" Later you will definitely leave Umi and this house."

" Who will leave Umi? Rara will not leave Umi and Abi. Rara will stay with you." Azzahra clasped his umyad hand.

" You'll definitely go with your husband, Ra."

" Rara doesn't want to, Umi. If Rara moves, Umi and Abi must also join Rara."

" It can't be so bad, Ra. Abi same time umi should come with you guys?"

" Then Rara won't come with him, Umi."

" You have to follow your husband, Ra."

" That's what he told me to stay here, Umi."

" Will he? He's a businessman, take care of the hotel in Bali as well. Where could he possibly want to live here."

Azzahra sighed, the possibility that he would part with his parents after marriage is very large and honestly he is not ready for it.

After some events that must be passed, now is the time for the anticipated event that is the saying of kabul ijab.

Gavin stretched out his hand to shake the hand of his future father-in-law.

" Ananda Gavin Richard bin David Richard I married and I marry you to our daughter Ananda Azzahra Faranisa Abdullah bint Abdullah Zulchair with a mascarine twenty-four-carat gold jewelry weighing two thousand and two twenty-one grams paid in cash." A resolute voice of Abi Rara began the reading of the ijab qobul.

Azzahra himself in the next room felt thumping waiting for the pronunciation of ijab qobul. He heard the voice of his ashes which sounded very firm. And her heart was beating more and more because now it was her future husband's turn to say the phrase ijab qobul.

" I accept the marriage of Azzahra bint ...."

A rumbling sound instantly rang out as Gavin mispronounced his sentence.

" A' Gavin wants her to mate fast, nih." chirped the voice behind Gavin.

" Well, Mas Gavin's groggy, huh? Just relax Mas do not rush, Neng Azzahra is waiting next door, not going anywhere, really." Seloroh Mr. Penghulu.

Azzahra again sighed, one of the pronunciations made by Gavin made the atmosphere next to his room sound quite noisy.

" Let's repeat Mas Gavin. Just breathe and don't strain."

And after Abi Rara said her hijab, Gavin quickly replied.

" I accept the marriage and marriage of Azzahra Faranisa Abdullah bint Abdullah Zulchair with the dowry, cash!"

" legitimately?"

" Shaahhhh ...!"

" Thank God ..."

Thankfulness and a sigh of relief was heard again after Gavin successfully completed the sentence ijab qobul earlier.

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